"Drugs, weapons, gangs, violence, corrupt politicians....it's the stuff that fuels a peaceful societies nightmares. We want our children, our families, our friends and our neighbors to be safe. But, the Yankan and Inago have been coming in hot, feuding over who will win, who will gain control of our once thriving city at the expense of innocent lives. The government officials are doing everything they can to stop them, but they can't all be trusted either, can they? Life has been turned upside by the greedy and malicious hands of the gangs, officers and politicians and our once safe city, is no longer that. It is time for us to start picking sides, or hiding, because this is only the beginning the decline..."
A CRIME AND GANG ANIMANGA ROLEPLAY
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— Tik (08/14/22)
After four years of working on this plot and story- we are finally open. We're going to start small, but you'll see how quickly a city under so much opposing influence can begin to explode.
— Tik (08/06/22)
Inconspicuous motes of rock and gas radio telescope. As a patch of light, the carbon in our apple pies kindling the energy hidden in matter a billion trillion muse about! Made in the interiors of collapsing stars shores of the cosmic ocean laws of physics.
Blinking in surprise as he heard the unfamiliar name while he was being stared at as if he was being seen, he was just as surprised when he glossed over it with an apology. Rolling his shoulders as he shook that former feeling off, he cast a softer smile his way now, "Keine Sorge, mein Liebling." while he didn't usually speak so intimately with someone he didn't know, there wasn't many who understand the two of them around here, anyway. Plus, he didn't know quite why, but it just felt natural. Though that wasn't really the only surprising thing in that moment. While it had rolled off his tongue as the most natural thing in the world... he had never studied German. Not much past personal curiosity. Russian and English were his main capabilities, while he had delved into Japanese since moving here. Despite himself though, he didn't pay mind to it in the end.
Eyes sparkling as the mask was removed, he took in Wolf's face as his hands moved to make the cocktail. "Laszlo," he offered after a moment. He didn't know who this "Kat" was but he must have looked like him, then? Either way, after racking his brain on who this man reminded him off, his eyes finally lit with realization. Humming happily at the thought, he winked up at Wolfram, "Well aren't we honored to host such a renowned guest." with that knowledge now granted to him, he tossed it around in his brain a bit before focusing back on what was being said to him.
Laughing softly, Laszlo tilted his head, "well, Wolf," his tone was teasing, "I hope I live up to your expectations." though to be honest, even he felt that the outcome for that was good. It was something he was used to and as he gazed over at Wolf, it felt natural now as it ever had. Eyebrows raising as he was now pushing the finished cocktail towards Wolf, he shrugged as if being modest about himself now, "people will charm me whether they actually think nice of me or not. But I do get a good profit, I guess you could say." not just from the bars, of course, but the people Keibetsu were easy to take advantage of, whether they were aware of it or not. As he spoke to Wolfram, his work stalled, his hands and feet slowed. Not that anybody would say anything of it, he was the owner of this empire, after all.
His interests were set, after all.
Chuckling, he eyed Wolf quizzically for a moment after all before leaning on his elbows on the bar, "well, I hope this somebody is still around, because I couldn't imagine anybody being able to leave someone like you."I wouldn't, he felt it deep in his heart, as if suddenly Wolf was more than just a pretty face that he was casually deciding to flirt with now if the man wanted it. Laszlo ignored it again. Wolfram L'Amour was someone of the light, after all.
”Laszlo, do you mind helping out at the bar for a bit? Anton was another no call, no show.” signing softly, Laslzo rubbed his temples from the chair in his office, straightening up from going through stacks of paperwork. Leaning back, running a hand through snow white locks, waved a hand before answering, ”yeah, I’ll be out there in a few. Can you handle it til then?” given a nod and a small ‘of course’, they left and once again left him by himself. Great, now he had to mull over whether he was going to fire Anton, now. While he was a rather exceptional worker, he did this often and had a streak of messing with the girls a tad too much. Rubbing his forehead, he quickly stood from his chair, heading to the bathroom adjacent to the office.
Standing in front of the ornate mirror, he freshened up his appearance a bit before just looking at himself. He didn’t know what it was, but today he… shaking the feeling off, Laszlo inhaled deeply before heading to the main floor. The complex the club was homed in was rather large, his office was on the opposite end of the building from the main bar (the one Anton worked) and on the third floor. It overlooked the good portion of the first floor from where he usually sat, facing the stages. It was from there he could personally see what was going on when he wanted. But still, because of this it took him a minute or a few before he made his way back behind the bar. Laszlo nodded and just threw a smile at the thankful looks he got on his arrival.
It wasn’t long before he was getting into the swing of things like usual and looking over as one of his bartenders asked him to go pick up a newcomer, he gladly stepped to the side until he was facing them. Not helping it as his gaze raked over what was now in front of him, Laszlo’s eyebrows pricked up slightly. He was quite attractive and definitely his type, but Laszlo quickly got onto himself. He was at work, after all. Flashing a lopsided but charming grin, he leaned slightly onto the bar, ”what can I get for you, beautiful?” his accent had dulled over the years he had lived here so it wasn’t nearly as difficult to decipher as it had been when he first got here. Laszlo had been met with a lot of confused looks during that time and he had to repeat himself a lot.
Tilting his head as he got a better look at him, even with the mask on, ”have I seen you around somewhere before?” he commented offhandedly, blaming the atmosphere that had him distracted from who he could be. It was always loud and rowdy here, but as orderly as it could be in a place like this. The disorder was for the smaller sister locations. Regarding it depending on what the man’s answer was, Laszlo didn’t dawdle for long, making whatever he happened to order.
Post by laszlo kirov on Sept 19, 2022 18:19:10 GMT
KIROV
LASZLO
MALE
PANSEXUAL
TWENTY-THREE
5' 7", 136lbs
RED
WHITE
APPEARANCE
Laszlo is a lithe man standing at 5 feet and 7 inches, a bit on the skinny side but still well-built. Piercing red eyes with dark circles compliment his pale complexion, framed by short cut white hair. A small beauty mark is present under his left eye. Laszlo typically has multiple ear piercings which change daily. He has had his face pierced before as well however doesn't wear any as often as on his ears.
He usually likes wearing loose comfortable clothing such as loose shirts and jeans when dealing with more personal affairs. His entire wardrobe is popularly monochrome with other color's such as reds and dark blues showing in certain outfits. In other situations, more official ones, he usually dons something from his vast array of suits and tuxes, ranging from pretty regular to very customized and elegant while still trying to stay modest. His favored outfit, however, is an elegant red suit given to him by his father. He does have his 'business casual' looks as well because really, Laszlo rather hates being stuffed and pinned from head to toe.
Peculiarly, he has a tattoo on his right forearm of a lone bat wing, one which he has no remembrance of getting. Laszlo very much doubts it's the result of a drunken decision or anything like that however he writes it off as such and pretty much ignores the thing on most occasions. It's not a bad tattoo in the slightest, just rather simple lonely looking.
PERSONALITY
Laszlo, when around most people, carries himself very stoically and with an initially frosty exterior. He tends to be wary when it comes to strangers, however despite his caution will be the first to assert his dominance if need be. He's a presence that is easily recognizable and daunting despite his average stature and he carries himself as such and to challenge that is not a task to be taken lightly.
Despite that, Laszlo still indulges in whatever he likes, whether it may seem unbecoming of him or not. For in spite of his initial and usually "official" persona, he is rather easy to get along with and can be the life of the party if the vibe hits right. He can be very friendly and overall very welcoming as he doesn't like to make his personal life harder with making enemies left and right. It's usually in these moments his other quirks tend to show more. However, Laszlo is still very aware of life's risks and if he senses even a sliver of unease in a situation, he can shut his doors in a split second.
Laszlo actually doesn't remember much from his childhood, a lot of his younger years coming up as an annoying fog in his mind if he tries. He only recollects a few things as the years went on and as certain people in his life help jog the memory. Born and raised in Moscow, Russia, he's the only son of a very wealthy family. Though they weren't exactly like a usual posh family that fell to their lifestyles and has everyone to everything for them. They were actually rather active and... rough, in all honesty. They taught Laszlo a lot about self-defense and many weapons, at least, that's what he figures judging by the skills he still retains. That and he got comfortable with high-horsed pricks and up-tight snobs at an early age. While he hears very seldom from his father from Russia, he actually lives and takes care of his mother who he was sent to Japan with (along with a few trained 'guard dogs') in his early teen years.
As he started to grow even more into himself, in the beginning, all Laszlo had as 'friends' were those sent with him to protect him. They were rather brutish and not as polished as his inner family, however they were fun nonetheless. That did mean, however, that he slowly got introduced to the life they led outside of his family but also what they were also sent here for. Turns out that his father had more connections than he realized. It was small, aiding one or two small families that he had also sent here, but it was meeting them that really boosted Laszlo's life into the crime scene.
After about a year of doing his own recreational activities, he started getting into the thick of what was known as Inago. Aided by his past experiences, at least the ones he assumes he had, his skills on increased as he nurtured them with the help of his own personal goonies and Inago itself. He very quickly made a name for himself, both in and out of the underworld. Perhaps success just in his blood, but he soon opened up a club soon after he turned twenty-one and it became very popular in the time it's been open. Two newer, smaller, locations opened up over the next two years, but still haven't reached the size or popularity as their predecessor.
While the two new locations was more to disperse the crowd and let the more rowdy patrons do as they pleased, the original has very strict guideline's to follow to enjoy what it has to offer along with the safety and security Laszlo provides as his own curated neutral space. Apart from backdoor deals and minor offenses, along with two private lounges exclusively for Inago associates, Laszlo strives to keep the place (relatively) crime free and away from the wars of the streets. After all, those trying to escape the reality of Keibetsu means a pretty penny for Laszlo and company and he sure knows how to capitalize on it.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2022 22:57:39 GMT by laszlo kirov
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